is it SAIF?
the mind is numb with all of these blank angry questions… trying to move esoteric mountains of thought with little acknowledgment that something needs to change soon, the day is dead and struggling to come back to life, but the barrel of the gun is on the opposite end of where we might praise the fucking and procreation of humanity… some part of me that isn’t me realizes that our gods are dead as well as the ideas of perfection we may try to maintain, we stride casual with extraterrestrial knowledge in our genes, and sometimes it feels as though we are merely vessels for the consciousness as it moves about… humanity is a massive living dynamo generating energy for unknown cosmic overseers… all those little servos and sinews inside of me are me… knowing the motions by rote and doing without thinking when trained properly, this human machine takes us anywhere we would wish to go, but the conscious admission is what we need to pay homage to or else we suffer… we are always suffering from some ill that makes us want to heal, that capsizes the soul and takes hostage the spirit for the gloom of the doomed in their passionless methods, but we are not all without hope or compassion… just the few that can’t handle the awkward assailing as the chaos shows us all multiple opportunities and probabilities to work with, sometimes the state of reality is too overwhelming for the passionless mutants that stomp and wail against the perceived insult of actual human intelligence, but these inhumans have found their ways into political forums that dispose of the respect and credibility deserved of one who actually tries to motivate positive change… we are vain and we are blind, we hate people who are not polite, but a heavy reliance on this principle alone is false and leads a society astray… we quip and insult our way into taking advantage of others who we do not even know with factual evidence of their decency, standing an arms’ length away at all times to prevent unwanted contact, but not all the diseases are hideous and disfiguring to pandemic limits when the real nature of the human animal is adaptation… how do you think the neanderthals were able to move along under the radar of the primitive human cultures as homo sapiens evolved their intellect, with cunning and stealth the early infiltrators masked their primal rage under the leadership of human ingenuity until the right time to act, and then these “beasts” begin a systematic takeover for the reign of static stupidity altogether… within the cosmic body, we are skeleton and tissue making mountains move and ideas flow from one end of this weird existential fray to the other, and then try to make contact with that self outside of the body… our strength lies in the diverse potential to do anything we might wish to involve ourselves with, whether through means of abstraction or distraction, we are responsible for the creation of our own surrounding issues which we learn to face as we get older in this time/ space query… finding the submerged thoughts will eventually scrape their way to the surface of edible logic, we meet only halfway the truth as we collide together in understanding these many aspects of life, and we can always find many of those living ideas under the skin… we try to find a state in our whole being that will counteract against the fear and other negative complexes that seem reinforced by the surrounding hive mentality we live within, we all just wish to live lives free of intrusion from petty infected doctrines of peace that pay lip service without making certain positive changes necessary to see the truth of that reality, and Here we are revolting against a system that will use us until we are done… we are the semi-aggregate intestinal fauna of this cosmic being, minions of the digestive tract, and utterly disgusting to behold without the proper acknowledgement of respect…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on May 25th, 2011 in a for Anagogy..., blogging, dark thoughts, f for Floccinnaucinihilipilification..., i for Ipseity..., my art & dreams, rants & raves, s for Semon.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.